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Phoenix of Calamity

In a world overrun by supernatural creatures and magic, phoenixes are known to be 'extinct' creatures of a distant past that were commonly referred to as 'Creatures of Calamity' and yet, contrary to that belief, they were also known to be creatures of sublime peace and indomitable mental fortitude. Our main character, Arthur is one of two princes of the Phoenixes. Born into a race that must remain hidden, lest they risk losing their lives to their mortal enemies, the Dragons. As life in the castle becomes more 'suffocating', the prince sets his sights on something... interesting. Barthlorn School of the Supernatural: An elite academy meant to train only the best to fight the Dark Forces of the Supernatural. Hunters, Dragons, Shifters, Warlocks, Healers, Magic and so much more are to be found within the walls of the great School. With so much to learn and so little to lose by doing so, the prince seeks adventure within the walls of the Academy. Like all oblivious main characters, nothing prepares him for the adventures he will find at great school. Nothing prepares him for the strength of the bonds he creates there... and with those bonds comes the frailty of his race's most sacred secret. Revealing the existence of his kind could quite literally mean death for all phoenixes. ............................. PS. The cover photo is not mine.

kizitomayanja · Fantasie
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The Solution to Flight

Arthur's younger version froze… enthralled yet also struggling to keep up with what happened next. The two warrior phoenixes in the arena suddenly burst forward with such explosive speed that they left chaotic gales of wind at their feet, flashing across the great distance between them in barely a second.

Behind the light armour were two warriors of similar build.

Both of them were heavily built though slightly less built than Conrad, Arthur's bulky guardian… then again, the prince might have been biased. In his eyes, no one was stronger than Conrad other than the king himself.

This remained an undisputable fact for the prince. He sometimes argued that even Brandon was weaker than Conrad.

One of the warriors had milky-white skin, dark brown hair and a jagged scar that ran down his upper arm ending at his elbow and giving him the weathered look of a battle-hardened warrior.